[Ed's face probably says it all: Shitfaced? No-shit Sherlock. He gives Stede a tight smile and humors him a little.]
Yeah. I heard. And I'll save the encore for later.
[He pats Stede on the shoulder and looks toward the door, as if considering an out. Probably could throw Stede over his shoulder and haul him out of here, but then he might end up with puke on his leather pants and that'd be a bitch to get out.]
Okay. Say I dance with you, but only on one condition. [He pointed at Stede's nose.] Remember this, Stede Bonnet, when you're hung over like a dog and projectile puking your guts all over your cabin [Have some illustrative pantomime of what that might look like, completed with hand motions to exaggerate or symbolize the act of spewing one's entire stomach contents. The pointing resumes.] Remember tomorrow, I tried to do the right thing for once, and you said no.
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Sherlock. He gives Stede a tight smile and humors him a little.]Yeah. I heard. And I'll save the encore for later.
[He pats Stede on the shoulder and looks toward the door, as if considering an out. Probably could throw Stede over his shoulder and haul him out of here, but then he might end up with puke on his leather pants and that'd be a bitch to get out.]
Okay. Say I dance with you, but only on one condition. [He pointed at Stede's nose.] Remember this, Stede Bonnet, when you're hung over like a dog and projectile puking your guts all over your cabin [Have some illustrative pantomime of what that might look like, completed with hand motions to exaggerate or symbolize the act of spewing one's entire stomach contents. The pointing resumes.] Remember tomorrow, I tried to do the right thing for once, and you said no.
You've only got yourself to blame.